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Amon Amarth Ride For Vengeance
As His Life's blood leaving I hold my son, my only son And tears fill my burning eyes While his skin turns pale as snow Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms Slewn by the men of the single god Hatred burns in my chest Rain falls from a raging heaven The wind howls like wolves at the moon I will seek my vengeance for my son I swear I'll avenge my first born one I ride fast through the woods My friends are by my side Dark Hatred burns in my eyes "Slaves of hvitekrist today you die!" "Maktiga gudar, i gyllene slaen. Hjalp mig i striden mot sondraparna, Den hoge skall For huggen hamnas och blod skall galdas i blod" Our cloaks fly in the wind As we ride in the cold dark night We're closing in our enemies We rage in our hearts burning bright The clouds scatter in the northern wind A full moon rides the pitch black sky "Now, hounds of Hvitekrist, your time has come to die!" "Kneel before my sword! No mercy! Your time has come to die! This is the ride for vengeance!"
